God's Courage

When I'd been sober for two weeks, I had my first panic attack. I was in a store shopping with my brother. We had a full cart and I told him that I had to leave. He said that we'd check out and be on our way shortly, and I said I had to leave--"Now!" He thought I was having a heart attack and he sped through the main streets of our city, running red lights to get me home before I expired. I didn't care; I was too into myself and this newfound fear. It had come out of the blue.